Last night we had a great time with our family at our Old West Murder Mystery Dinner. It was fun. It will be a priceless memory. We sorely missed our son-in-law, Kris, who is working in Texas and our youngest grandson, Cameron, but all the rest of us had a great time. But as the evening came to a close, the reality of our move to Denver was setting in. My daughter, Rachele, and granddaughter, Camille, left this morning for Texas to spend the next 2 weeks with Kris and if all goes as planned, Pattie, Rayanne and I will be moving over Labor Day weekend so it was our last time with them. As wife hugged Rachele and the tears began to stream, I stepped outside and through tears of my own I said, "Lord, why am I doing this? Why would I take her away from here?" The Lord answered,
"If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple."
and
"I tell you the truth, no one who has left home or
brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me
and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes,
brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—and with them,
persecutions) and in the age to come, eternal life."
We are doing this because we love the Lord. There is no better reason. It is the greatest reason. We love Him. He is our Savior, Brother, Lord and King. There is no sacrifice we would not make to follow Him. Those who don't know Him or love Him will never understand. My family knows and understands this. I count it a great privilege to be chosen and sent by Him. My family belongs to the Lord and our going also sets them free to follow, go, be on mission, dream, explore, journey. Our family is dispersing yet growing closer. We are the same people yet eternally different because of these decisions. We are better off not worse off when we choose to follow Him. Our God be praised!
